My Best Friend
What I want. How I want it.
Who is he?
"I've been looking for you.."
"I've been waiting for you."
"If you work out we'll flex.
If you're rowdy we'll scuffle.
If you're a horndog we'll get to that.
If you're lonely I'll be there."
He knows me. He gets me. He adores me.
After a long day, I want him up my ass with concern, and zeal in finding out what I've done.
And I know he'll want me to come see him. Of course, because of the allure he has, he'll try to foreshadow our good times.
With pictures. I'd still be on the phone with him when the first one hit, and my heart rate hastily climbed. Him, bold, and unashamed, his weapon to bring me to his side.
But that's where he wants me to be.
See, when I'm with him, he is immediately in his element. I'm the one that gives him all he needs to gain full power.
But what do I get? His side. His company, and his feelings.
Another picture.
A dense tower, crested atop his large sack with the eyes of some lewd beast, braced with a grip.
"Come over buddy..." he pleaded, sincerely, dangling the bit.
Another picture.
The man I call my dearest friend was in his place in a position of dominance, with the point of view sighting his gaze high up, looking past his manly endowment that claimed its own portion of the screen.
"You'll get plenty more of what you've been seeing." he assured.
I began to explain though, that I'd need to be up early to prepare for tomorrow's workday.
Usually that's just to hear him debunk it though. I know what time I have to spend.
"I know you can get started right now, and have it ready to go when you get home. But even better is, that you bring it with you and have it for when you leave HERE for work." he said, making sure I understood that he'd made my decision for me.
"Please dude? Come keep me company.." he whimpered.
"When was the last time we saw each other anyway?" he asked, as if it actually was longer than a couple of days.
"I saw you two days ago." I said.
I sat through a little silence after that.
"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW!" he boomed.